I Would Say That By Virtue Of

Finding A Sanctuary, A Place Apart From Time, Is Not So Different From Finding A Faith.

I Would Now Put All My Heart With The Tibetan People And The Tibetan Cause, But Not At The Expense Of The Chinese, And Not Say That Tibetans Are Good And Chinese Are Bad. And In My Own Life, I Hope I Would Learn To Be A Little Less Full Of Right And Wrongs, And A Little More Able To See Everything As A Potential Right.

None Of The Things In Life - Like Love Or Faith - Was Arrived At By Thinking; Indeed, One Could Almost Define The Things That Mattered As The Ones That Came As Suddenly As Thunder.

I Loved The Quiet Places In Kyoto, The Places That Held The World Within A Windless Moment. Inside The Temples, Nature Held Her Breath. All Longing Was Put To Sleep In The Stillness, And All Was Distilled Into A Clean Simplicity. The Smell Of Woodsmoke, The Drift Of Incense; A Procession Of Monks In Black-and-gold Robes, One Of Them Giggling In A Voice Yet Unbroken; A Touch Of Autumn In The Air, A Sense Of Gathering Rain.

I Love The Fact That We Can't Explain Coincidences. I Think It's Like Sometimes You Walk Into A Crowded Room And You'll See A Stranger And You Feel As If You Know Her Better Than The Friends That You Came With. And The Very Fact That You Can't Explain It Is What Gives It Its Power, That It Lies In Some Deeper Or Mysterious Realm, I Think.